"Mr. Jiang Hai, this way, please…"
After knocking on the door, the organization's staff looked at Jiang Hai with a respectful expression.
They led Jiang Hai out of his room. Originally, they hadn't intended to show him any particular deference. But after he spent over 60 million dollars, their attitude shifted dramatically—after all, that money went straight into their organization's pocket.
To avoid unnecessary interactions with other buyers, they deliberately staggered the schedule and let Jiang Hai leave first.
"Mm." Jiang Hai gave a faint nod and stepped out. Behind him, Azarina followed, along with the Poison Spider and Wolf Spider. The rest of the "wolves" he had purchased had not yet been delivered.
"We'll send the rest of your acquisitions to your room shortly, along with the refund for the unused deposit. Please be patient."
The attendant bowed deeply before escorting him back to his floor and his door.
With another soft grunt of acknowledgment, Jiang Hai stepped into his room.
It was already light outside. The auction had lasted the entire night, and though Jiang Hai hadn't slept a wink, he remained energized. Once inside, he threw his coat onto the nearby rack and dropped onto the sofa, sprawling comfortably.
He waved to his new purchases—Poison Spider and Wolf Spider. The two glanced at Azarina, and upon her subtle signal, they each took a seat beside Jiang Hai: a buxom beauty on one side, a slender little minx on the other. Clearly, Jiang Hai was starting to feel the heat.
"Boss, would you prefer to enjoy them now, or wait until everyone's here?"
Azarina asked with a knowing smile. Jiang Hai thought for a moment, then pulled his hand back and exhaled lightly.
"Let's wait till they all arrive."
Hearing this, the two women nodded in understanding. The Wolf Spider rose to stand behind him and began massaging his shoulders, while the Poison Spider knelt at his feet and started massaging his legs.
About half an hour later, a knock came at the door. Azarina opened it to find several people outside, led by Kurole.
"Mr. Jiang, here's the balance of your funds—and your new acquisitions," Kurole said politely as he handed over a check.
Azarina inspected it, nodded after confirming its validity, and signaled Jiang Hai. He gestured for her to keep it. With the money verified, Kurole turned and waved.
Behind him, several uniformed men entered, escorting handcuffed women. The last woman in the line was restrained even further—her hands bound behind her back, and her ankles shackled as well. She was the final prize Jiang Hai had bid on.
As the group entered and saw Azarina, their eyes widened. These weren't ordinary women—they were elite agents, members of the organization's core "Twelve Double-Headed Eagles." Naturally, they recognized her.
Many of them had been secretly thinking they might make a comeback after leaving Wulan. But the moment they saw Azarina standing beside Jiang Hai, that idea crumbled. Even the last woman, fierce and defiant as she was, showed a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
"The goods are delivered. I won't intrude any further," Kurole said, then added with subtle warning, "But Mr. Jiang, I advise you to bring them under control before leaving Wulan. Once you're out, we can no longer guarantee your safety."
He said this with the understanding that Jiang Hai had essentially bought protection—and if he lost it, the girls might turn on him.
Still, Azarina was no longer a rogue agent; she was now backed by their very own Jinke organization. Even if she assassinated a senior official, no one would touch her—not when 60 million dollars had changed hands.
"Thank you for the advice. I understand," Jiang Hai replied with a smile, gesturing for Kurole to leave.
Kurole nodded and left with his team.
As the door shut, the five women inside visibly relaxed and turned their eyes toward Azarina.
"Valentina, Galina… I came to rescue you," Azarina said softly, walking up to the two Slavic wolf operatives. She quickly embraced them.
Though the two returned her embrace, their eyes remained alert—fixed on Jiang Hai.
"Let me introduce you," Azarina continued. "This is Jiang Hai, a Chinese-American businessman, my current boss—and soon to be your boss as well."
She turned toward Jiang Hai with a smile.
"Boss, these two are my childhood sisters. This is Valentina Balalaikaya—yes, her surname is a musical instrument—and this is Galina Vasikan—her surname means 'cat,' but it's a bit misspelled."
Though her tone was lighthearted, the wariness in the women's eyes hadn't faded.
"Haha, yeah, I probably do look a little shady," Jiang Hai said with a grin. "But don't worry—I'm not running some secret organization. I'm just a cattle rancher. I bought you for protection, not exploitation. That said, I do expect complete loyalty. What do you think?"
"A cattle rancher?" Valentina frowned. "You spent tens of millions buying people like us… and you raise cows? Why not just hire Blackwater security? It'd be cheaper."
She clearly didn't believe him. In her mind, cattle farmers weren't rich—certainly not rich enough to buy trained agents.
"Well, what can I say? I'm wealthy and impulsive. And this was mostly Azarina's idea," Jiang Hai shrugged.
"If you want our submission… show us your strength," Galina said with narrowed eyes.
Jiang Hai nodded. "Alright. Untie them. I haven't exercised in a while."
Her challenge was clear. She wouldn't follow a man she didn't respect—and since Jiang Hai couldn't display his wealth or influence right now, he would have to prove himself physically.
"Of course, Boss…" Azarina grinned. She understood his plan and was fully confident in Jiang Hai's combat ability. If her colleagues wouldn't yield, then force was the fastest path. And once they returned to the U.S., these women would see the truth for themselves.
They'd been raised in darkness, but they yearned for light. When they realized Jiang Hai could give them freedom, sunlight, and the life of normal people—they would willingly follow. But that was for later.
"Please go easy on them," Azarina added with a smirk.
She retrieved the key Kurole had left and unlocked each woman in turn. When the shackles on the last one—the fierce, bound Wolf—fell away, the five women stood before Jiang Hai, their movements swift and agile.
The four Alpha Wolves exchanged glances, then silently nominated the Follower Wolf to go first.
She didn't hesitate. She wanted to test Jiang Hai's strength as well.
As she stepped forward, Jiang Hai moved to the center of the room.
She took up a defensive stance, using a well-known Israeli martial arts form.
Israel truly was a powerful nation—home of the Jewish people, who had long been regarded as one of the smartest and most resourceful ethnic groups in the world. After enduring centuries of exile and persecution, they had created a homeland and armed it to the teeth.
Israeli self-defense techniques had become foundational in modern combat, adopted even by elite global agencies. Bell, the man who had taught Jiang Hai to fight, was also trained in this style.
Seeing the Follower Wolf's stance, Jiang Hai casually waved a hand, signaling her to come at him.
She hesitated only a second before lunging forward, her left arm raised defensively while her right punched toward Jiang Hai's face. It was a feint—her real strike was a swift kick aimed at his groin.
But Jiang Hai easily read her move, dodging left with minimal effort. His balance didn't shift—his physical control was extraordinary.
The punch hit nothing but air, as did the kick. She reacted fast, snapping her arm into a sharp elbow aimed at his temple.
But Jiang Hai grinned and simply hooked her support foot. Her balance collapsed, and she tumbled to the floor—but not passively.
As she fell, she spun and aimed a roundhouse kick at Jiang Hai's head.
He caught her leg mid-swing.
She was now in an awkward position—like a seductive one-legged gymnast standing in front of him.
"You're very flexible," Jiang Hai said with a teasing smile. "Lots of potential for... positioning."
Infuriated, the Follower Wolf launched her other leg in a fierce upward kick toward his chin. Jiang Hai tilted his head to dodge, then lunged forward, caught both her legs, and gently laid her down on the sofa.
Normally, this would've been the perfect moment for her to trap him between her thighs and flip him.
But Jiang Hai's grip was like steel. She couldn't move.
His body leaned in, just inches from her face. Their breaths intermingled.
"You lose," Jiang Hai whispered.
Just as he spoke, he suddenly released her legs and stepped back—because the German Wolf had already moved in with a flying kick.
Dodging neatly, Jiang Hai turned with a smirk.
"Another one who doesn't want to obey?" he asked playfully.
But this time, the German woman didn't charge in alone.
She exchanged glances with the others—
And then, all four wolves moved.
(To be continued.)